Then they took another turn, the rear wheels skidding and Matt deftly catching the motor up and sending the car onward. The runabout did not follow the curve of the road, but made an angling turn—a hair-raising stunt copied after Oldfield, the daredevil racer.
Josh gave a yell, and came within a hair of being heaved over Matt and into the road.
Then, with a muttered exclamation, Matt cut off the power, applied the brakes and quickly reversed, backing for the side of the road.
It all happened so quick that it took the boy's breath.
"Wot's dat fer?" he asked.
Matt was whirling the wheel and starting the car on the back track.
"Brisco is heading us off," he answered—"Brisco in the Red Flier!"
Josh turned to stare along the road.
Matt was right.
Brisco, still a long distance off, was whooping it up in their direction.